Description: A battle on the train! Tizoc vs Mary! Who will win this Neo League fight!? The not so very Beauty or the beast-ly man! It's a fast paced fight on the Noro's Express! ( WINNER : Tizoc! )
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Despite what might be seen on TV, today, right NOW, on Neo League TV!
The train chugs along - or more accurately flies across the rails, pulling itself, slingshotting across the magnetized rails. Above, on top, a rather over-dressed woman, something of a southern bell, has her umbrella over her shoulder - closed. It'd just pull her right off, to splinter against the rocky landscape that now comes and goes - and then comes again about the Noro's Express.
"My goodness - this is quite a mess of fun already!" The pale woman exclaims, her dress pulling her towards the edge, though she doesn't move. For so long she had been asleep and this certainly beats yet another day of slumber. "But y'all will have to excuse me -" She somewhat yells down, the wind whipping about her making quite the ruckus as she tries to yell down the ladder she just went up, "Would the gentleman, by any chance, be here any moment?" Her hat makes a break for it, though she grabs it, stuffing it down the hole she yelled down. No sense in losing a good hat.
No, none at all.
The Neo League. A different promotion, as far as Tizoc is concerned, but a far richer one than the International Pro Wrestling Association, with whom he has been working, lately. Of course, it isn't a 'promotion'... these aren't staged fights. These are the real thing.
And Tizoc is okay with that. Real fighting is exhilarating and the variety of fighters is amazing. He's enjoyed all he's done, so far, and he's always ready to do more. So he signed up for the League eagerly. But...
Fighting -on- a train... especially for one of his style... well, it's something he'll adapt to. His fighting garb is, at least, mostly suited to this--the feathered mask is sleek enough to not affect him too much, and otherwise his outfit has little in the way of fiddly bits. So, as Mary is enjoying the view from above, Tizoc is entering the fight car below, on the opposite side--just in time to hear Mary shout.
Before an official can reply, -he- does, raising his voice over the sound of the wind. "In fact, I am, young miss! I take it you are to be my opponent? Be warned, you face Tizoc, the Griffon Mask! I will fight with honor and justice at my side!"
A very different reason for Mary - she does not only fight for G-Project, but for the very point of combat. To do things her older body could not, to live a life so close to the edge that she could fall off. Despite having been absent for nearly a year from the League, her face, pale, hasn't changed. 'Young' is a bit too grateful a title - but she was certianly not an elder.
"Oh my, you do so flatter me! Young.. I've seen many the summer! Ya'll seem to be a charming man - and not much of a slouch either, from the look of it!" Though he may be on the other end, he would have to rise, pulling himself up - or he could simply jump. Thing is, it'd be hard to fight with one up, and the other down.
One hand grasps the rail, the other is clasped upon the handle of the umbrella, spinning it one way and then the other, twisting it anxiously. Why... it's like she was young again! "Oh darlin', I simply can't wait! The speed of this train, the danger of it all! I bet ya'll feel the same way about it!" She exclaims, her vision panning across the blurred landscape, a tree whistling past her head and the train as the locamotive rounds the corner.
"Hmhmmm.. So as a Gentleman, perhaps you would like to lead?" She muses, a small smile stretching across the pale face, her vision now only on the Eagle Man himself. "I do so like a man in uniform, so I'm sure you won't dissapoint!" She adds, letting go of the rail to stand about the center.
COMBATSYS: Mary has started a fight here.
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Mary 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mary
He looks up at the woman, processing that mode of speech--it's not completely unfamiliar to him, but it takes a moment. "It is never incorrect to give a lady her due! However..." And she's right, he will have to jump--which he does. It's not a nimble jump, but a power jump, though he does show a touch of agility in snagging the top railing, using it as a fulcrum. Once on the level with Mary, Tizoc takes a posture such that it seems as though he's cocking a brow. "If you insist. From the moment the fight begins, we are opponents--I will give it my all. I expect your best as well! Now then..." Tizoc rotates his arms, then points a thick, meaty finger at Mary.
"We begin!" he calls, grandly, and he quite simply closes in on Mary, hustling it, though it can't be said he ever has blinding speed. But it's relatively easy to close in on Mary, before thrusting his left hand out in a spearhanded thrust, aimed for her shoulder--a testing jab of sorts, nothing more.
COMBATSYS: Mary blocks Tizoc's Quick Punch.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mary
A leap - however nimble or strong - to clear all of that distance in a single bound! Perhaps not unheard of in all of the fighting that goes on, it's certainly still quite the leap! "Darlin', I didn't come here just to ride this train! I was looking for something else." And that something else is currently pointing straight towards her -
And then charging.
His hustle and muscle makes quite the impact on Mary - thought the parasol is raised, moved to block the strike, it's pressed against her, the force shaking against her apparently frail form. "Oooh!" She shudders, partially from the impact and partially from the thrill to be deep in the thick of it again.
Sliding back, Mary twists around the parasol, pointing it towards Tizoc - uninterested in any 'tests' as it were, a small cloud appearing over her head as she raises the thing. Unconnected to the train, the cloud still floats infront of her, even at such speeds. The sudden downpour of 'water' doesnt, the smallish drops of chi almost acidic in nature!
"Not to keep a lady waiting - how caring, too!" The somewhat splindly woman seems to wish to stay far from his muscles - at least currently.
COMBATSYS: Mary successfully hits Tizoc with Stay Awake.
- Power hit! -
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Tizoc 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Mary
Tizoc tries to rush forward, but the cloud of acidic chi blossoms in his face--well, his mask--and he reels back, coughing, choking, staggering back. He brushes at himself, 'wiping' the chi away, but it's done its damage--he can still feel that sharp burn, the pain lingering momentarily. "An interesting technique," he says, but seems undaunted as of yet--he's got some distance to make up, literally--and so he pushes onwards.
Resuming his aborted charge, Tizoc looks to close in on the pale woman known as Mary, his big arms set up and ready--if he can get to her and grab her, well, she'll get a taste of one of Tizoc's most well-known techniques--somewhat aborted due to the train, but still plenty painful, as he'd jump upwards, spinning rapidly with Mary, and then invert, coming down in to a twirling piledriver...an attack konwn as...
"JUSTICE HURRICANE!"
COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Mary with Justice Hurricane.
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Tizoc 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mary
"Oh, isn't it?" She exclaims, watching the man crash into the cloud, being pushed backwards - but only for so long. As Mary's assault does its damage, she twists around the grip of the parasol in her hands, preparing for something else.
Whatever it will be, or would have been, is not. Her eyes go wide as Tizoc closes the distance far faster than she anticipated. She leaps forwards, to tumble about the railing - but instead, she's yanked backward and then upwards! Such strong arms, and such a /thrill/ to be moving through the air at such a speed!
But it all must come to an end. A crashing, headache enducing end, as she's spun into the ground, her brief flight put to such an end! Her body almost rebounds against the metal - and she seems to roll off the edge.
And come back on, a moment later, the handle of her parasol linked to the train's hand rails, the pale woman rebounding from the side of the train as a jagged rock replaces where she just was, missing it by inches, as she swings to the other side of the train, coming up behind Tizoc, aiming to tie him up in the chains that she procduces from within the handle, and pull - with so much muscle and strength, she might even go for the windpipe!
"Oh, my, this is so exciting! Ya'll really know how to treat a woman to the time of her life!" She yanks.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc blocks Mary's Sleeping Time.
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Tizoc 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Mary
Tizoc isn't sure what the nimble woman is up to--really using the environment against him. He turns, getting halfway before Mary wraps him in the chains--but he manages to get his arms up, elbows bent, and, clasping his hands together, he's able to push outwards, after the initial pressure, loosening the tension in the chain. Then he grabs the chains in both hands--and yanks, hard.
Unless Mary loses the parasol, or has some other way of detaching the chains--or is just that nimble--The Griffon Mask intends to yank Mary into his arms, for yet another bone-crushing attack.
This time, it's somewhat less fancy--he'd wrap her up in a bearhug, squeezing her four times, then releasing her away from himself, aiming to complete her stumble with a heel to the forehead.
COMBATSYS: Mary fails to interrupt Gri-Hug from Tizoc with Singing in the Rain.
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Tizoc 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mary
Infact, Mary /does/ have an attempt up her sleeve.
It's just that Tizoc is far too manly, far too meaty, and far too much like a train himself to be much effected. The chains are grabbed, Mary tugging back at them herself - a cloud suddenly appearing overhead once more, coating the chain in the chi, or attmepting to, before he gets his grip and yanks. She pulls - trying to fight against the strength of the griffon-esque wrestler, her own strength gradually failing. "Ya'll-" She pauses for a breathe, "Even stronger then ya look!"
It is close, but ultimately, Mary is pulled straight into his waiting arms, the chi vanishing all too quickly, causing her body to be embraced by the rather imposing griffon man - not an entirely bad feeling, save for the pain that envelops her - and even then, it's a feeling that's so new to her! A feeling that she had never had - oh, the heel to her forehead she's felt before.
Now on her rear, and somewhat wounded, the 'prim and proper' woman stands, white skin stained by slight wounds - though she looks quite warn. "Oooh, ya almost worn me out... but I'm still raring to go! Don't go easy on me now!" Glee drips off her words - despite the many wounds, as she stays on her feet, however barely.
It's often difficult to judge just how much pressure to put on an opponent. That's the mark of an experienced pro wrestler--knowing how to do the damage so that the injury isn't permanent. He probably came close, on that one, to overdoing it a bit... but she's still up and running, if looking quite a bit the worse for wear. The big man nods, that beak of his dipping low, then coming back up.
"As you wish it, it shall be done!" he cries, flexing briefly, muscles popping out and bulking up. "I shall not dishonor your fight by softening my blows! Prepare yourself!!" The big man considers for a second, then surges forward for the simplest sort of ending he can even consider giving--assuming, of course, that he hits... he simply rushes forward, bursting his speed, aiming to clothesline Mary, to take her right under the chin with his bicep, strengthened to be unto iron itself.
COMBATSYS: Mary blocks Tizoc's Poseidon Wave EX.
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Tizoc 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Mary
"Oh, heavens the thought!" Is the response she gives to Tizoc, as he notes that he would not wish to soften his blows - just imagine just what that would mean! It would devalue all of the fun that she was having, and even more so, everything she has been through. Wind whipping at her as the train continues its route.
If she had compared Tizoc to a train before, the suddenly blinding speed he shows only strengthens the correspondance!
The metal pole is held back as he strikes her, hard. But she is ready this time - both arms raised and struck, allowing her some time to duck under, as if there was a tunnel and his bicep was the brick edge.
"How... powerful you are." She gets out, her voice somewhat staggered. "And mysteriously hidden from the world by that mask." The parasol is twisted around, a cloud on the tip coating it - gleaming with the acid chi as it's suddenly opened, grasping the currents that rush by them both.
"You certainly are the hero... but yau aren't out of the woods just yet!
You certainly are the hero... but ya'll aren't out of the woods just yet!"
The parasol, now opened, is used with the currents to try and drive it into the man's back - perhaps the Griffon Mask's weakspot!?
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Mary's No Explanations.
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Tizoc 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Mary
It seems as though it's popular to put blades into his back. Tizoc's hardly 'weak' in the back--it is, however, a large target. He grunts, when the parasol-blade is shoved into his back--he's strong, and huge, but not superhuman--the blade pierces through... and Tizoc twists, getting away from Mary, pulling himself off the blade. Stabbing him in the back... he might've guessed she'd be a tricky, one might say dishonorable, opponent.
But that doesn't mean Tizoc is going to fall to her level. The blood running down his back from the sound stains his clothing, but he's still moving easily as he turns towards Mary--then simply leaps, stretching his body out, aiming to come down on her with an outstretched elbow. He's pained, though, which leaves him short-enough on breath that he doesn't want to waste it shouting out the name of the attack like he normally would. He'll just let it speak for itself.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Mary with Olympus Over EX.
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Tizoc 1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1 Mary
The blade, striking into the mans back, is solid - but Mary does not find a single weakspot on the titanic man. He pulls himself off it with hardly any effort - but what else can be expected of a man built like such? Unlike Tizoc, Mary fights for enjoyment - and there is not exactly a single way, or another, to fight!
To her, whatever she can come up with is enough!
"Ohhh... Ya'll seem to be hurt a little back here," She notes, a bit too happily, "Maybe ya should lie down and rest if ya'll don't feel s-" He takes to the air, almost flying, like the namesake of his mask. A griffon, now leaping in for its prey one last time. The speed is obscene - and while she opens the parasol to, once again, use the currents of air whipping by to make her escape, it's too late.
She feels the hard metal make contact with most of her body, and the pressure over her much like a living mattress. "Haha... Ya'll... really are so much of a man! Even after little ol' me played dirty... striaght to the end!" As she lays down - she does have one last trick - the parasol's chain is once again linked to his feet - and the currents might drag him against the train, and into the rather large satellite dish - now filled to the brim with the chi, hastily.
Her energy drained, Mary simply watches - the fight knocked straight out of her - to see if her last trick earns her a treat. A spectacle!
COMBATSYS: Mary can no longer fight.
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Tizoc 1/----===/=======|
COMBATSYS: Mary successfully hits Tizoc with Cookiedough Creme Banana Cupcake!.
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Tizoc 1/-======/=======|
Once again, he is enchained, dragged... but he still rises, battered and beaten, but still capable of fighting--and therefore, the winner. She gave him a lot more fight than he would've expected just from looking at her... but that is what is glorious about the world of real fighting. Wrestlers can look at each other and surmise what they might do--in the wider world...
Anything is possible. Wincing as he reaches to where he was stabbed, he says, loud enouh for Mary to hear, as well as the various audio picksup to get, "I thank you for the match... even though you did not play by the rules I play with." Hey, that's the fighter's life. He can't expect everyone to play 'fair'.. and he doesn't. But he will, lest he dishonor his mask.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:07:06 10/18/2010 by Mary, and last modified on 00:25:18 11/14/2010.